On a rock, I got sunstroke, conversing with the muses, / the waves up to the bones of my chest, and further up, / round and round, I've gone dizzy, my head, my head it turns, / high and low, to and fro, no side, no tide, no moon;

sailing, I'm still sailing, without a compass or a rudder, / hope, the sea to drink *, it flows, it rolls, it moves, / the world, the world astounds me, I'm bemused, I'm confused, / and I am cast adrift, and I am the blue sea.

What a crazy mix of languages, of waters, of colours, of worlds, / a hundred thousand books, drunken boat, the haze of received ideas, / trickling sands, empty hands, after us, the deluge;

slipping below the line of the sea, neither square nor round, / I don't understand, I give up, I'm afraid, it's the Unknown, / and when, tell me, when will the boat dock?

Run, rabbit, run, run, run, from the womb to the tomb, / from four to two to three, from the river to the sea, / play the fool, suffer school, the wasp goes round and round*, / get involved, lose your faith, learn the rules,

Come, armageddon, come! The skies are cold and bleak, / step after step I repent and postpone myself, / night of storm, savage cry!, it's the self against the self, / I whine and pant doggedly, and shout, and scream, and shriek…

No my friend, don't keep hope. It blinds you, it boils you, it screws you. / Yes, leave it empty, let run, let run the river / of life, of the verb, of the soul in summer! / I am left with the word. Without it, all is oblique.

Blue, I want you blue, blue like the sea / of Qrendi. Come, descend, take me on the waves, / among marine cornflowers, night and day, near and far, / take me down, let me drown, to the root of the blue of the deep…

White and black? I've had enough! O may one let me fall! / Blue. Not grey, nor blond, no soggy northern pond, / sapphire, indigo blue, to be all, to have nothing, / in that realm of silence my subprimordial bond.

Blue, blue of the south, blue painted blue, / the sea, that great light, you the wave, I the naked isle...

O to be who I was, who I was to be me! / O for my wretched soul to dissolve into the sea!

Family, when I die, throw me not into the coffin: / make me ash, and scatter me in the sea of Ħaġar Qim.

* Qrendi is a small village close to the southern cliffs of Malta, where one can find the neolithic temples of Ħaġar Qim.